Letters To Romeo.

Chapter 258 – Descendant Like Ancestor

In the girl's Dormitorium, Julie and Melanie sat with the spellbook on the bed. Julie had been staring at it since she had returned to her dorm. Julie said, 

"I keep going through the pages, just as Evans asked me to, but I don't know what is missing."

Melanie pursed her lips as she was of no help with witch things. She asked Julie, "What about those potions that your mother left you? Were you able to figure out what they are used for?" 

Julie shook her head. She had left them untouched, and the only person who knew how to feel and tell about the potions was the one who was now dead. "I wish I knew. Mother didn't leave any clue to it, I wonder if she knew I would try reviving Cillian. If she believed I would be successful which is why she never wrote anything about it in the letter," she said, realizing her mother had a lot of faith in her. 

"Then maybe you have all the answers, and there's possibly a missing li—" Melanie paused mid sentence, and she noticed black fumes coming from Julie, which was very subtle. "Why does it look like you are burning, Julie?" she asked in an apprehensive tone.

Julie brought her hand up, bringing it closer, she realized Melanie was right. She felt the familiar pain in her chest, and she clenched her fists. 

"Get Evans here," whispered Julie, and Melanie quickly sprinted out of the room. 

The town of Willow Creek stood still, except for the leaves that hung on the branches and the fog that crawled on the ground as if prowling, looking for something alive. But every being in the town had died several years ago. The skeletons of the dead continued to stay still, some broken over time, and some because of the strong movement of the winds that had come to touch them since the curse had been lifted from the land. 

In the far corner of the land, a small cemetery held old and dusted headstones. One such headstone was new, a stone placed on the ground. In the quietness, the grave started to lightly glow from beneath the surface, trying to thrust the light out of the ground. 

Suddenly a hand erupted from below the ground, that had been covered in mud as the person tried to push through. The person, buried earlier this day, tried to claw the ground, pushing his way up the ground and finally crawled out of the ground. 

"Ack Ack!" Cillian coughed because of the mud that had entered his mouth and nose. 

His face and the rest of his exposed skin was blotched with mud that stuck to it . He looked around the place, noticing how it was night now and when he pushed his hand on the ground, ready to stand, he noticed the flesh on his bones. 

Standing up, Cillian raised his hand in front of him, and with one whisper of his word, a wooden stake quickly came to his hand. 

"It worked," murmured Cillian, slightly stunned that he was alive, and this time as a proper witch. "I should go find Julianne." 

With the hours that had passed since he had almost died, and was now awake, the curfew time of Veteris for the students was now active, and students had gone to their Dormitoriums to sleep or study. Most of the staff were busy discussing plans on what to do if the Mortimers or someone else would try to disrupt the peace in the university while the humans were still here. 

Even though Cillian was back to his usual self, he had a burning headache that didn't stop from pressing his temples. And with the pain and his body trying to adjust to the newself, he ended from the East to West side of Veteris, missing the path. 

Cillian walked towards the girl's Dormitorium, when he noticed a couple of guards with a familiar face not too far from where he was. 

The familiar face was none other than Griffin, who was angry and in an irritated mood. He walked back and forth as if he couldn't believe what had happened yesterday. 

Griffin had recruited two of his friends, along with the man Luciano had hired the vampires. They were at the cemetery of Veteris, sitting on people's graves in a disrespectful way. 

"Are you sure Elder Donovan isn't pulling a prank on your Elder? He has been known to do that," said Griffin's friend, who sat on one of the headstones, looking at Griffin, who was still comprehending the news even after twenty-four hours had passed. "It must be a trick or prank from the duo." 

Another friend commented, "It isn't impossible. Donovan has always favored Roman as if he is his very blood and flesh. It only makes sense, and it makes sense to not have conflicting interests with him anymore."

"It must be easy for Roman now to do whatever he pleases. What even happened there in the forest that got Moltenore angry like a bull?" questioned the first person. "And to think you got beaten up by a human girl?" a small chuckle escaped from his mouth, spurring Griffin to be even angrier. 

Griffin turned to look at his friend, wanting to make sure they knew their place. He unleashed his ability on the person. The person fell on his knees and on the ground. He then said, "The human girl has people who are helping her. I would have loaded the bullet into her, but she just turned out to be lucky." 

Julianne Winters, thought Griffin with a bitter thought. Yesterday was a shock day, where Griffin had been handed one surprise after another. First, it was that creepy creature and then finding out Roman was Azazel Donovan's son. 

"I will kill her," Griffin's resolve was firm, and he would make sure that Roman and Julianne would regret trying to cross him. "Let me drag her tonight into the forest, and she won't know what she brought upon herself."

"How are you going to do that? Moltenore is always with her," reminded his friend, and Griffin smiled hearing this. 

"I have a plan for it, one that she cannot refuse," said Griffin confidently. But before he could put his thoughts into action, they noticed an unfamiliar man walking their way. 

The man looked shabby. His cloak appeared familiar, but Griffin couldn't pinpoint where he must have seen it. The man looked like he had rolled on the ground, not to mention, he looked suspicious. 

"Do you think it is one of the Mortimers men?" came the startled words from one of the boys, turning others alert. 

"Catch him! He must be an intruder!" exclaimed one of the guards. 

"Capture the man!" shouted Griffin, and everyone went to attack the person. 

Cillian, who had lost his way, had heard some things that Griffin had uttered, narrowing his eyes, but his face was passive. 

"You shouldn't fight me," said Cillian to one of the guards, who came near him. "I want to know where the girl's Dormitorium comes. I must have lost my way." 

"This is a human pervert!" announced the guard, a grin on his smile, knowing this was no vampire or morm. 

"You can never be sure, beat him up and bring him to me," said Griffin, once that was done, he would drag this lousy unknown man and bring him to Luciano. Since the moment the Elders had woken up, Griffin had been putting Luciano to shame. "Hurry!"

One of the guards took a swing, but Cillian dropped the wooden stake that he had hidden under his long black sleeves. He pushed the wooden stake through the vampire's chest with one swift movement. 

Griffin's friends, who stood not too far from him, their mouths hung open before they composed themselves in anger. "He's a hunter!"

"Much better," murmured Griffin. A hunter was always better than a regular human, he thought in his mind. 

Cillian lightly cursed, "That was not supposed to happen."

The other guard who was near watched his fellow guard drop dead on the ground with the stake in his heart. The audacity of this hunter! To tell he didn't mean it when he killed the person. 

Cillian was a trainer witch, who had the skills of a hunter, had killed the man out of habit, an action he was familiar with before he had turned into a Corvin. He knew killing the guards wouldn't be right, as it would cause problems with the other Elder vampire. But at the same time, he wasn't particularly fond of vampires. 

It took him some time before he had completely wrapped his head around the fact that his only blood living relative was a vampire. 

For Julianne's sake, he would try not to kill them. Cillian moved his body, dodging the attacks, and when Griffin pulled out a silver bullet gun, the Corvin pulled the guard in front of him instead. This led to the bullet piercing through the guard's flesh and crying out in pain. 

"AHHHH!" 

Griffin scowled, not expecting the human to move in such swiftness. He seemed to be a skilled vampire hunter, and he tried to get another shot, but it was either wasted, or his men were the one to get shot. 

Cillian started to beat the vampires at the pressure points that would turn them weak. 

Once Cillian was done beating everyone who came to attack him, the only person remaining was Griffin, who stood with a gun that had exhausted itself from the bullets. Cillian placed his hand on his chest, which for some reason, filled itself in pain even though he had no heart anymore. 

"You have come to a land where there are vampires, do you think you will survive with just your fighting skills?" taunted Griffin, he smirked. 

"You plan to use your skill?" questioned Cillian in a dead tone, and hearing this, the smirk on Griffin's face was quick to fall. How did this hunter know about his skill?! Hunters had no idea about such things, and his ability had always been on the dormant side as he was not allowed to use it. 

Griffin gauged Cillian with a few meter distance between them. He said, "I don't know how you know it, but I cannot let you leak this information around."

Cillian stood there, staring at Griffin for a couple of seconds while the young vampire used his ability on him. More seconds passed by, and Griffin startled to turn agitated. Did he lose his powers?! First, his ability didn't affect Roman, and now this hunter! But wait, it had affected the witch, which meant he still had the ability to kill people. 

Griffin glared hard at Cillian and demanded, "Why is it not affecting you? Are you on Silverwater, or is it something else." 

Cillian walked towards Griffin with a grim look on his face. He then said, "It is because I am dead."

With those words, the witch raised his hand and punched right into Griffin's face. In Cillian's mind, whoever posed a threat to Julie, deserved to go to sleep. 

With the vampires who were groaning in pain while on the ground, Cillian doubted they were of any use for now. Noticing the graves around him, he pushed some of the lids of the graves and dropped the vampires in there before closing each of them.

When he noticed one of the graves was already full, he wondered why two people were put in here. The vampire in there was a student, who had been put by Roman, and on seeing light, he tried to raise his hand as he had turned slightly dry due to lack of blood. 

The vampire student, believing Cillian was a human, went to grab him for blood. But this only resulted in Cillian punching the boy's face before pushing the lid back.

"The cemetery… it must be this way," murmured Cillian under his breath.. He started to walk away from the cemetery while Griffin and the other vampires now occupied some of the empty or already filled graves as temporary guests.